Hey God, I need to talk to you. I know you’re listening… even if my own BEing is too much of a perpetual chaotic swirl to hear or feel you listening, let alone responding. But just knowing that you are listening is ENOUGH.

I’m scared today, God. Can you refresh my memory as to WHY you are sending me and Serena back into the expensiver than Thou, outrageously chaotic, painfully paved, relentless traffic, screaming wifi lands of the Bay Area?

Because I wanted to go? Is it THAT simple? Never. And Who infused me with said want, anyway? Maybe we should have waited until October. When the first hints of chill creep back into the air, and the Enchanted Yuba River no longer lures with the same siren song…. Shouldn’t we have spent one more summer nestled in the verdant, jungly folds of Balarama’s “Prana Gardens”, plucking sun-warmed, candy-sweet cherry tomatoes from their vine? And what about those shiny, black, bursting berries that Serena and I have been dreaming of with every rain…. Imagining the blessed water soaking into the earth, being voraciously slurped by aggressively purposeful roots who prepare in secret to bust out the sweetes, most resplendent little jewels.

No, actually being able to earn enough money to survive (but God, I’d waaay rather THRIVE) there is my greatest fear. And yes, I know it’s not “spiritually hip” to run on and on about fears. But I’m over being spiritually hip. I just want you to hear me and LOVE me, God. And reassure me that you won’t drop me. Ever. And if I fall, you’ll pick me up and hold me closer than ever. That’s what a Mother does for her child.

I want community. I have plenty of friends, all the fuck over the Bay Area…. But good Lord… how much expensive fossil fuel will I have to burn in my ancient, twenty-two-miles-to-the-gallon little Subaru, “Venus Ray”, if I want to bask and bathe in the grace of everyone’s luminous company?

Will you help me make friends in my neighborhood? Not that I’m tossing the oldies but goodies aside… just seeking calm, rejuvenative balance in my Life.

A recurring image flashes in my mind’s eye when I’m reflecting on my Path…. I see myself blindfolded, in total darkness… groping about the contours of my environment… feeling for doors and windows… seeking one that opens when I exert focused will.

And when I find an opening, I know it is my Destiny to be brave and step across the Threshold, into the mysterious world therein.

The door into my new Life* in the Bay Area flung the fuck open for me. No questions asked. Within less than a week of declaring my intention to leap… it was like “Yeah Bitch*, walk on through!” So…

This Royal Bitch is walking on through. Trust-walking. But not without a shadowed underbelly of apprehension.

And now for a few words on Bitch* and Life*.

I like the word “Bitch”, because it is evocative. Too often, it gets a bad rap. It is construed as a wicked insult to women. But that’s so thoughtlessly mainstream, if you ask me. Deep within every woman, lives a bitch. Fierce, venomous and unapologetic. But we have been domesticated to the point of near apocalypse. We have been programmed to dull our own swords, walk in straight lines and keep our legs pressed together. We have been hypnotized to fear and reject our own dimensionally vivifying, evocative and intelligent shadows. Fuck that.

And LIFE. To me, “Life” and “God” are synonyms. Life is God’s profound, undulating body. Life is how we touch, feel, know God. And therefore, our Selves. Sure, God’s Queendom of Infinity extends Beyond all that which is that which we know as Life. But if you think about it, LIFE itself stretches Beyond that which we “know” as Life….

Can I truly REST inside the God-ness that IS this Life I AM?

As I posed that fluorescent, flame-dancing question, I became immediately present to tension in my body. The tension of bracing myself against the Unknown. Bracing myself against the inevitability of the death of my body. And in a flash was the knowing that trust emerges in a single mOMent, as the willingness to RELAX, surrender all tension.

Oh, I’m celebrating this Revelation with a deeeeep breath!!!

God, thank you for Being Here. For Listening. For breathing me. For filling me with just enough wisdom and insight to navigate THIS MOMENT. That’s plenty.